Im talking bout an uppercut to rattle the core of the planet, morph into an orphan of an alien standing between a solar flare and an orbit that's orbiting but barely there, sources of a sorcerer standing as of he didn't care, about the impending apocalypse, functional butter fool, automatic weapons a butter tool, I'm pondering the ponderosa honoring the honorary, legend to the seventies who toasted when they post up, the coast clear, most years better fly by, provoke fear, invoke the feeling of a drive by, the bullets fly and dying just to reach yah destination, your chest cavities the target of its admiration, a master breaking theoretical, so trust your barriers, intelligent and wise official card carriers, below is the lo-cal hold your soul with profile of an ol child psycho when ig o wild

Adam Rottin -

And me? holding down the other two halves of the hemisphere, a Unicron clone in the flesh is what opponents witness here, I've got a robot mistress, beer, while writing on litmus here, clearly proposing with Vodka to my space princess on Muir, honeymoon on Jupiter when the soup for her, is fed through a primordial spoon to feed the seed when doom occurred, comfortable on Hoth riding a polar bear with a polar pair, riding straight for the event horizon with an older stare, knocking off jaws elders call the summer of the great molar scare, comparable to when KON saved you all from that solar flare, that was the definition of the Big Bang Theory for dummies, mummies gave up gauze for wires wrapped tightly round their tummies, only time will tell the story of a Battlestar community, the eternal pharaoh who was granted battle scar immunity, I'm back on Earth with extraterrestrial secrets i tried to share, they changed my name to Steve and gave me Lou Gehrigs bat in a chair,